In our pre-retirement days, there were occasions when Kay made solo trips to a professional conference or I went to a function that kept me away overnight. Each of us was disturbed by these separations although it wasn't until retirement that we actually discussed it.
Kay said, "I didn't know what to do with myself when you weren't here. I felt like half a person."
When left alone we kept notes of small events that passed through our days, things we wanted to share with each other when we were reunited. No one else would find them interesting but by then we knew how each of us looked at our life within our same-sex partnership.
I would look at Kay when she returned from a trip. I tried to read her face and see in her eyes the story of her feelings as she came through the door. I saw nothing but love.
Getting home is the best part, whether forced to travel alone or on trips together. There is a quality of peace that home provides, a quiet place to talk about our thoughts and feelings and our domestic partnership. Home is a comfortable haven where words are unnecessary, a sanctuary where nobody hears the drums or sees the dance.
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